"He put the ring inside of a cuckoo clock." Rosalee said as she showed off her engagement ring.
"That is so sweet." Adalind cooed as she admired the sign of commitment. "And it's so clever and unique."
"Makes sense you would choose to propose with a clock." Nick smirked at Monroe.
"I thought it was very romantic honey." Rosalee assured her new fiance.
"I always thought the best proposals were unique to that couple. Something that reflected a special moment in the couple's life, how they met or what is most important to them." Adalind said.
"Obviously Monroe accomplished that." Nick observed.
"Speaking of how we met." Monroe looked at Nick. "Rosalee and I wouldn't have if you hadn't introduced us. So I feel it's only right that you be my best man."
"Oh, man, I'm honored." Nick smiled and hugged his blutbad friend.
Rosalee sighed. "At least Monroe gets to choose who stands next to him. I just know my mother will insist my sister be my maid of honor."
"I wonder how she'll feel about sharing wedding duties with a grimm?" Adalind questioned.
The other three each had looks of horror come over their faces.
"Our families don't know we're friends with a grimm." Monroe and Rosalee said simultaneously.
"I'm friends with you, and am having a child with a hexenbiest, that should show them I'm not a monster." Nick said. Then, thinking it over, he asked. "How do wesen know I'm a grimm anyway? And is there a way to hide it?"
The wesen in the room all look at eachother. By some silent understanding, it was decided Adalind should be the one to explain.
"When a wesen woge in the way that only other wesen and grimms can see, or go into a full woge in front of a grimm, we see the grimm's eyes shift to become completely black. As black as an abyss."
"It can really throw a person off." Monroe adds. "You know how they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Well, when a grimm's eyes change like that. It kinda looks like they have no soul."
"That's why I got scared and acted as I did." Adalind continued. "That day we first saw each other. One moment, I was enjoying being looked at by a really cute guy. I woge, and suddenly his bright blue eyes become completely black. It threw me off. I had never seen a grimm before and had only heard how terrifying they were."
"You scared the hell out of me, too." Nick replied. "You're actually the first wesen I had ever seen. For a moment, I thought I was going crazy."
"Nick was Adalind's first grimm and Adalind was Nick's first wesen. Sounds kind of serendipitous." Monroe observed out loud.
"Any way," Rosalee began as a way to break the awkward mood that had just creeped up between the expecting parents at her fiance's comment. "it's only through the eyes and only when the wesen is in a woge state that a grimm is identifiable. Our parents and my sister will have to know Nick is a grimm. We'll have to explain it to them as calmly as possible. But our guests might not all be able to handle a grimm at the wedding. So we are going to have to hide Nick's eyes to be able to keep people from becoming hysterical."
"Sunglasses!" Monroe shouts. "Nick can wear sunglasses."
Nick slips on his sunglasses and the three wesen woge in front of him.
"Can you see us woge?" Monroe asked.
"Yes, I can see you woge." Nick replied, rolling his eyes.
"I can't see what his eyes are doing." Monroe said. "I think we have our solution."
"For the hoard of guests that won't be spending all that much time with Nick, but we still have to introduce him to our families. They are going to be around for several days, and are bound to meet Nick when he comes here. As he often does, for help with cases." Rosalee cautioned.
"It might help that when they meet him, Adalind is beside him. If my parents see a pregnant hexenbiest with a grimm, they'll be shocked into silence. Which will give us time to explain everything." Monroe advised.
"A hexenbiest needed to negotiate peace, I think that may be a first." Adalind commented.
"We're covering a lot of firsts." Nick added.
"Hopefully, Nick won't go onto his weird zombie state while our parents are around." Monroe joked.
Luckily, there was still time before they would all need to deal with wesen family drama.
But there were plenty of other things to worry about.
Nick had his duties as a detective, his duties as a grimm and his duties to the woman carrying his child to handle.
Something else Nick had to start worrying about was a man in the apartment building where he and Adalind lived started taking a very obvious interest in the pregnant blonde.
Nick had walked into the lobby of the apartment building when he saw a man flirting with Adalind.
Nick wanted to snap his neck.
He felt consumed by possessive rage.
How dare that man believe he had any right to even think about touching what clearly belonged to Nick.
Nick didn't consider why he thought of Adalind as his. He only cared that another man was making a play for his woman.
Nick rushed up to Adalind, wrapped one arm around her back and placed the other hand on her belly.
The other man could see Nick was clearly claiming his territory. Wanting to appear non threatening, he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Frank Watkins.
Frank held out his hand for Nick but the it was ignored.
Instead, Nick spoke to Adalind with soft tenderness. All the while casting daggers at the other man standing there. "I thought that you and I could go out to dinner tonight. I want to make sure you and my baby growing inside you get a good meal."
It didn't escape Adalind's notice how Nick was behaving. Or the fact he had brought up that she was carrying his child.
While a part of her wanted to roll her eyes at his caveman behavior, another part of her couldn't help but feel touched.
The cave woman part of her liked that he wanted to assert his dominance. Make it clear to all rivals that she belonged to him.
Sometimes, Adalind felt insecure. She wondered if Nick really wanted to be dealing with her and this pregnancy. She feared that he had changed his mind and might start to resent her and their baby for everything he had given up and all the responsibilities he was forced to deal with.
So moments like this were a relief. In their strange way. They revealed to Adalind that Nick was still as all in as he claimed to be.
And it was doubly nice to be treated to an evening out, just the two of them.
Nick put on a dress shirt and a blazer. Adalind put on a stretchy black dress.
He took her to a place that was elegant enough for a high quality meal but they could dine at without needing a reservation.
It was a wonderful dinner. Nick and Adalind enjoyed one another's company. And they both couldn't help the sense that it felt very much like a date.
Though neither one minded the feeling at all.
It was easy to see how they were growing more and more comfortable with one another.
So much that they were both willing to be honest about wanting and enjoying each other's company.
And it made Adalind feel like she had permission to show up at Nicks precinct whenever she wanted to talk to him.
Like she did one day with a huge smile on her face.
"Look Nick." She beamed excitedly. "Isn't this the cutest thing you've ever seen?" She held up a bib that read, "Daddy's little monster." In big bold multiple colored letters.
Nick was not the youngest detective in his precinct for nothing, he knew that there was only one response that would have been acceptable in that moment.
"It is, honey." He also knew it was pointless to point out that their baby would not be able to wear that bib until the kid was in their toddler stage.
"I thought it was perfect for our baby." Adalind sighed, looking at the garment as if the child was already wearing it.
Nick smiled tenderly at her and said, "I take it you've been out baby shopping?"
Adalind nodded. "I found lots of different ideas we can use for when we set up the nursery."
"There will be no we." Nick said adamantly, emphasizing and drawing out the word "we". "The only work you will be doing is telling me what you want done. All of the painting and furniture assembling will be done by me."
This was one of the few battles Nick chose to fight and was determined to win.
Adalind rolled her eyes. "Nick, I am an intelligent and accomplished woman. I can certainly handle setting up my babies room."
"You are a pregnant woman who needs to take it easy or you might risk the health of yourself and our baby." Nick said firmly, refusing to waver on his beliefs.
Adalind sighed but relented. If Nick wanted to be stubborn and over protective then she would just have to deal with it.
It was also really nice to be reminded again that Nick was still fully invested in their baby.
With her belly growing, Adalind had felt a desire more and more to just be comfortable and wear comfortable clothes.
And she found that Nick's shirts were the most comfortable. The blonde would often pair them with some leggings and go about her day. While she was home, however, she would just wear the shirt with her underwear, no bra, and would walk around the apartment like that.
Adalind wearing Nick's clothes in public was observed and commented on by his friends.
Hank looked at Nick and asked, "Is Adalind wearing your henly?"
"She said my shirts are more comfortable than hers." Nick explained.
"And you don't mind her wearing your clothes?" Renard asked.
Why would I mind?" Nick asked his captain. Though he had a feeling it was because the man was obsessed with his appearance and would probably have an aneurysm if someone wore one of his shirts and had the potential to stain it.
Nick honestly didn't mind Adalind wearing his clothes. He had never been obsessed with his wardrobe. Clothes were something that he needed and he bought them for practicality. There had never been any attachment to anything.
Plus, he liked seeing Adalind in his clothes. It made him feel like he was taking care of her. And it gave him a sense of pride. Anyone who saw Adalind wearing his shirts knew Adalind was with a man she liked enough to want to wear his things.
That juvenile part of him that remembered highschool and college and how the girls liked wearing their boyfriends things. They said it made them feel safe and surrounded by their boyfriend's love.
Nick could understand the boyfriends side of it.
How good it felt to see their girl wear their clothes. Like a mark of possession. Any other guy who tried to talk to their girl would see their clothes on her and that guy would know she had someone.
Maybe it made Nick immature to be that way now, but it really didn't matter. Adalind liked wearing Nick's clothes and Nick liked seeing Adalind in them.
The fact that Adalind liked wearing Nick's shirts and only Nick's shirts when they were alone in their apartment was something that Nick always enjoyed seeing.
Monroe understood the feeling of the woman he loved wearing one of his shirts. How the possessive and protective nature was satisfied seeing ones mate in ones clothes.
He loved when Rosalee wore one of his old flannels. Her scent mingled with his sated his primal beast very well.
For Rosalee, it was like having Monroe's arms around her all the time, so she could understand how Adalind just felt comforted whenever she wore one of Nick's worn henlys.
It was really all about the comforts that came from a domestic life.